The Obsession To Be In Control by Julian Colgan

The Obsession To Be In Control

The conditioned consciousness is always looking

for someone or something to dominate

either through the use of subtle intelligence or brutal force.

When brutally honest, control is the name

of many a game and many a social encounter.

Making a good first impression is never as it seems,

for the conditioned consciousness is afraid

of showing its weaknesses and faults.

Planning for success at all costs,

the controller is controlled by the need

to appear to be in control.

Like a drop of water that is hanging onto

the back of a fresh leaf or piece of vegetation,

every moment is a moment of inward suspension.

Suspended between all of the world’s victories

and downturns, when will the drop of my existence

fall back into the nothingness of time.

Losing control is paramount to emptying the self

of all that it has experienced, sensed and tasted since

it has entered the cyclical continuum of repeated sufferings.

Building an empire out of sand and stone,

everything begins to crumble and shake

within less than one lifetime.

A king and a prince for a day, old age

makes every royal pleasure next to nill.

Having a surplus of guards and defense mechanisms,

the desire to suffer in ignorance of the buddha nature

weakens one’s hold over the reality of Reality.

Outwardly controlled and dominated by the

fortune of the race, racing to the finish line

will meet in never reaching that overly glamorized

point of departure.

Lifting one leg at a time, the sage is somewhat cautious

over trying to cheat the natural unfoldments

of life’s wavering processes.

A fish one day and a demon the next,

the wheel of conditioned consciousness offers

a wide variety of sensory phenomena to try to take control of.

Controlling nothing but one’s desires,

everything else is left up to the decisions

of rotating stars and slowly moving galaxies.

Washed over by a million and one desires,

the conditioned consciousness is a bucket

of mixed and conflicting emotions.

At war with birth and death, one should aspire

for a life that is empty of control issues.

Bringing everything to life,

one is controlled in every other possible way.

In a universe of polarity, each time the planets swing,

one is swung another time around one’s own deceptions.

Grounded in the terrestrial abode or mandala of human desires,

the happiness of others is enough to make one irritated.

Fed up and fuming with smoldering rage,

the desire game is the only game where one keeps

losing on a consistent basis.

Inheriting nothing but one’s mind,

death is the enemy and chastiser of 

one’s overly needy life expectations.

Practicing the mahamudra,

liberation is the non dualistic experience of self control.

Mounting the mountain of nothingness,

elements, demons, and the life airs

are all fictions of one’s running imagination.

A buddha for a day, extend the length of that day

into an infinite day of unending merit and unrivaled integrity.

In control when no longer in control,

the life of a buddha is the life that one is meant to

calmly breathe into until mastery is mindfully born.

 

by Julian Colgan (Copyright)

Awake to Buddhahood

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